El Medio Litro
Mario Bofill
The Half Liter
How beautiful the girl came,
From good airs, why will it be.
It even seems whiter
Than the beautiful clothes they wear there
Luckily it's already Sunday
And there at the dance I will find her
To see if she still remembers
The promise at the terminal
It's time for her to look at me now,
She's seen everyone but me
Leaving fragrances in her wake
And me showing off my 'calcha'i'
I better go back to the ranch
Destination of Poriajú
I'll have some good wines
So I can ease my 'puhahasy'
I was already leaving the dance floor
To be honest, kind of drunk
Then the girl saw me,
She shouted my name, hey, what's up
She ran and with her hair loose
My soul came and went
And a kiss tempted my luck
While they played a chamamé
She told me she came to see me
That she was getting married on Christmas
Not to feed illusions,
She gave me another kiss and I never saw her again
The evening star was looking at me
Saying, 'That's how I am'
And I glanced sideways
At a half liter on the counter
